#awf

"You had some good competition, though," Zed points out, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. Hardin narrows his eyes but keeps quiet. He doesn't have a leg to stand on after what he just did.

"You call that competition?" You don't need to hear any more of this. You didn't even want to go to the stupid party in the first place, and now look at what happened. Without even so much as glancing over at Molly or Hardin, you get up and walk outside. Thank God you decided not to drink today. You're on the road before Hardin has a chance to catch up with you. Hardin shouts a selection of curses as he watches you drive off, but you don't really care. You never would've done what he did to you.

Seven missed calls, twelve text messages, all from Hardin. But you can't even bring yourself to read them. He kissed Molly. Of all people, he kissed the one person you hate more than anything. You stumble into your dorm room and hide under your duvet. You're not sure how much time passes but eventually, he finds you. Of course, he finds you.

"Jesus Christ, you've had me worried!" he exclaims, barging in. He doesn't bother to give you a chance to deny him before he's lying in bed next to you. His strong arms wrap around you as if you're two matching puzzle pieces, and it's just about all you can do to not give into his embrace.

"You kissed her. You kissed Molly," you cry, feeling the tears sting your eyes.

"I promise you, I hated every second. As in, I literally gagged from feeling her lips on mine. The only lips I want to feel are yours." His grip tightens, and you have to admit you feel better now that you know he hated it as much as you did.

"No one compares to you. No one ever will."

"You really mean that?" you ask, feeling all your insecurities try to claw their way to the surface. He brushes a few loose strands of hair away from your face and kisses your forehead.

"With every fiber of my being. I love you and only you."

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